Some of you have experienced this, but at least it was a sports car that screwed up. Here’s what happened:
I was on my way home from work at about 10pm last night. I drive a curvy road along the Neshaminy Creek twice EVERY DAY. I know every rise, dip, bump, and curve. With the Yokos, I can easily carve it up at 75-80mph. This bone stock looking late-80s Monte Carlo (not an SS) pulls out in front of me. I was a little mad he did, so I rode him at about a car’s length. I guess I was annoying him and he gets on it. I was surprised because the car took off like a bat out of hell. I was impressed, but there were no curves and a light coming up. I just rolled it on in fourth gear and stayed with him.
We reach the light and he’s the first car going straight and I’m behind him. What lies ahead is a series of off-camber turns with NO ROOM for error. Much to my surprise, he gets on it again. I wasn’t worried about catching him because of the curves ahead. I launched normally and got on it in second gear. I’ll never forget what happened next.
The first (right) off camber turn he takes at like 60mph and the back end gets loose, but he was in control. The next turn is a sweeper to the left along the guardrail and an earth wall. I’m still hanging to about a car length, but he knows he’s not losing me. All of a sudden the Monte goes completely sideways. I mean the middle of the car was on the yellow lines and I’m looking in the passenger’s side window!!! What followed is something I’m all too familiar with, “The Tank Slapper.” The car starts fishtailing wildly as the driver attempts to regain control. Narrowly missing the guardrail and the earthen wall, I watch in horror as I shift into neutral and nail the brakes. Thankfully, the driver regained control and I got to speak with him:
Me: What the hell happened?
Him: I blew a tire, didn’t you see that?
Me: “No, I just figured you lost it.”
Him: “Nah, I totally lost my front right tire.”
Me: “OK, that explains the smoke. I’m impressed anyway.”
Me: “That’s a hell of a Monte Carlo you’ve got there, but I’m glad I’m not scraping you off the pavement.”
Him: (LAUGH) “Thanks, have a good evening.”
Me: “Yeah, you too.” [under my breathe] “Psycho.”